The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

after Cinder snorted and spun away from the halter for the tenth time. “The  horse doesn’t know there’s a finish. He only knows the last second and this one.”

Jonah wiped sweat from his upper lip with the back of his wrist. “Easy for you to say.”

“No,” Walt replied. “It took me thirty years to say it and mean it.”

The halter took twenty-two days.

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